As I pick the shards of glass
From between each toe
Ignoring the Crimson river
I hold my tongue
My polished nails
Begging for mercy
Have betray me
In my hour of need
I'd cut them off
If I had the time
And walk on balanced knees
Alas, you feet you
Wretched curse
Denying my right
To royalty
Have I not always pampered
You with oils and wool
Yet today I curse you
My tears bathe you
But not intentionally
I will show you no mercy
For failing to fit
In those shoes
Made of glass
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Fairy Tale Poems - With a Twist
FantasyFairy tales are so often boxed into good and evil. Just for fun I'm trying on a new set, a little darker in some corners, but still hopefully keeping the heart of the characters themselves. What if princesses were serial killers and fairy god mothe...
